She Is Not a Witch Chapter 312: Canvas in the sun

It was already late at night when we left Mrs. Sabrina's mansion.

After walking out of the mansion, pale gold morning glory lanterns lit up on both sides of the path from the courtyard to the gate, illuminating the road under the night.

"Thank you madam for your hospitality, it's getting late, I should go back."

After walking down the steps, Jailan turned his head and saluted briefly to the lady standing in front of the mansion, and then, followed by several knights, walked into the flickering night.

Seeing the son of the griffin slowly leaving the courtyard, boarding the carriage, and then the wheels turned, leaving in the quiet night, Sabrina turned back to the house after a long time.

The hall is still brightly lit, and several maids are guarding the corner.

Saborina sat on the sofa after returning to the hall, raised her legs and held the wine glass, slowly sipping, her eyes fixed, thinking about the conversation she had just had with Jelan.

To be honest, as a member of the conservative faction, she doesn't trust the humans outside the forest, let alone the human nobles who are known for their treachery. But the current situation is not easy. According to the current intelligence, the open faction has a faint advantage in the five tests. If they fail this time, they will have to give up all the right to speak in the forest.

It's not just about diminished influence, it's about many other things. The gold-plated corolla she leads is famous in the empire for its luxury goods. If it becomes a marginal and unappreciated small faction in the future, the luxury brand under its name will lose its charm greatly.

People don't worship and admire failure and weak things, this is a very simple reason, which also means that once a conservative fails, her faction and corolla will continue to weaken.

'Do I still have to look at that guy's face in the future and pray for mercy? ’

Thinking of Vestana who was not dealing with her, Sabrina felt annoyed and irritable, and simply drank the red wine in her hand.

"Pack up your things, then close the door, and no one will come tomorrow."

"Yes, my lord." Several elf maids tidied up the hall quietly and diligently.

Let's stop here for today, Sabrina rubbed her temples, and felt that she had to visit some old friends tomorrow to discuss this matter.

Do you want to cooperate with the eldest son of the griffin?

It's really troublesome.

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Jelann took off his coat after returning to his residence, and was about to take a hot bath to relax, when the sound of footsteps came from outside the corridor.

"I want to see Lord Jaylann." The man in black said this after being stopped by two knights guarding the door.

Not long after, a tired voice came from the room, "Forget it, let him in."

"Yes, Your Highness." Two white lion knights holding halberds stepped aside.

After entering the room, Morag saw Jelan with his back to him. At this moment, the other party was leaning on the seat, looking at the night outside the window. The candlelight elongated the shadows of the objects on the table.

"Your Highness, what's the result of today's discussion." The man in black suppressed the urgency in his heart, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible.

"Well, it's basically going well." Jailan closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, answering casually.

"Phew, that's good. Does the woman have any answer or promise?"

"Not for the time being. Conservatives are very wary of outsiders, but I can see that she is tempted. She will take the initiative to contact us in a few days."

"If you have nothing else to do, just leave."

"Yes, sorry to disturb Your Highness." After receiving a satisfactory answer, the black-robed man responded respectfully, and then slowly left the room.

"Is this guy really just an aide, huh..." After Morag left for a long time, Jaylann slowly opened his eyes, looked at the courtyard in the dark, and said casually.

'Forget it, I will investigate him in detail later, I am tired today. ’ Jaylan thought to himself, then stood up.

"Is the hot water ready?"

"It's ready and ready to use." The knight beside the door bent over and replied.

"Okay."

Although he was born in an aristocratic family, Jailan is not the kind of person who loves to socialize. For him, dealing with old-fashioned elf nobles like Sabrina is really troublesome and not good at it. The negotiations can be said to have exhausted him physically and mentally.

At the same time, another corner of the forest.

Blue calyx corolla, indigo dyed flower streets.

A carriage was moving forward on the street at night, the sound of the wheels turning and rolling on the stone slab was very clear, and even the sound of small stones collapsing and rubbing could be heard.

Soon after, the carriage stopped in front of an apricot-yellow house.

The car door opened, and a man in a dark dress and a wide purple velvet hat got out of the car. There were a few tied irises in the hat, which was somewhat elegant. It was the man in the forest. Popular dress styles.

"This is it."

He took out a silver coin from his pocket, handed it to the coachman, walked up the steps slowly, and then knocked on the door. Soon after, someone opened the door and welcomed him in.

"I came back so late, where did you go?"

In the room, his wife with long pale gold braids helped him take off his coat, and then asked with a slight complaint.

"I had some wine with my friends and celebrated." The man explained casually, and then sat on a chair, looking a little drunk.

"Phew, let's not talk about it, next week will be the festival, and you will appear as the priest at that time, so you should prepare in advance." The wife brought hot water and wiped his face briefly, Then went back to sleep.

Anyway, after he sobers up for a while, he will go back to sleep by himself, and he has been used to it over the years.

Just like that, the man leaned back on the chair, took a nap with his eyes closed, and snored lightly. After a long time, the cool night breeze woke him up.

Open your eyes, you can see the empty wilderness in front of your eyes, the sound of insects can be heard from your feet, the stars in the sky are extraordinarily bright, and there is a slight chill in the evening wind.

"Where is this!?"

He screamed and was about to stand up, but only then did he realize that he was tied up.

When he was struggling, the thick rope tightened for a while, not only did it not loosen, but it became tighter.

'Who dared to kidnap me? Don't you know who I am? ’ He felt annoyed for a while, ready to activate the extraordinary core in his body, and use special means to break free from the shackles of this thick rope.

But it's a pity that the strong core in the past is now dead silent, not only can't feel the slightest magic power, even the weak mana in the atmosphere can't feel it.

This is it? His heart sank slowly.

What can cause this situation is that he has only heard in the past that some special potions can make superhumans lose their perception and manipulation of magic power.

However, this kind of potion is expensive, and the lowest level is gold grade. Ordinary thieves or thieves who would use this kind of thing, and they are not big people.

"Who is it, come out!" He roared, but there was no response.

"Damn it, who is the treacherous guy? Do you know who I am? If I miss the festival next week, the entire Emerald Forest will be alarmed. Then you will not be able to bear the consequences!"

There was silence all around, and under his screaming, the insects in the night were a little quieter, as if he was frightened for a while, but then recovered.

"Come out, you dare to tie me here, but you still don't speak?"

There was another burst of cursing and struggling, but still no response.

"Disgusting, nasty, bugs, wild dogs, dirty things!"

He searched for the curse words in his memory, but unfortunately, in Elvish language, such words and sentences are pitifully few, and most of them were passed down from humans.

Finally, after he struggled hard, the chair finally overturned, and he also rolled sideways into the grass, with his face pressed between the soil and grass roots, and a smell of earth came from between his teeth.

"Damn... bah!"

There was another burst of muttering and cursing, but the sound also slowly subsided now, he was already tired.

At first, he thought that someone was going to torture him and try to get something out of him. After all, as the ritual officer in charge of the five tests, and also a member of the Open Sect, he knew a lot of things.

But after a few hours like this, there was still no one responding. Slowly, his patience began to run out, and a wordless fear slowly surfaced in his heart.

As a person in a key position and an important member of the faction, he knows a lot of secrets, and now he has indeed made some shady deals.

However, he did these things in a very secretive way. He has cultivated caution over the years, so that he only chooses familiar and trustworthy people to trade, and every time he finishes the transaction without leaving any traces, even if someone wants to Check, but can't find any flaws.

Who is it? Is someone suspicious of me? Hehe, he just kidnapped me. It seems that the other party has no actual evidence, otherwise he would have threatened me long ago.

Thinking of this, his uneasy heart slowly eased down.

As part of the presiding officer of the ceremony, if one of the main priests disappears, it will cause quite a storm. Such an accident has not happened in the Emerald Forest for a long time.

Thinking about it this way, the other party might not dare to really do anything to me, so they had to use this method to intimidate and frighten me, haha.

The more he thought about it, the clearer he became. The man slowly relaxed and stopped struggling at all. He let his exhaustion overwhelm his consciousness, and fell asleep on the ground like this.

But when he opened his eyes again, it was already dark, no, it wasn't dark, but he was blindfolded, and the surroundings were completely dark.

Where is this? He wanted to move, but this time he seemed to be **** again, and he was tied to a cold stone pillar.

How did they do it? I didn't realize it at all, and the man felt uneasy again.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he yelled and struggled, there was still no response. The other party didn't seem to care, just to torture him on purpose. Only from the echoes around him, he roughly understood that he should be imprisoned in a basement or a small room on a stone wall.

Time passed slowly, and the weak stagnant water slowly gathered, and then dripped on the man's forehead, causing him to wake up with a start, waking up from his drowsiness, but the surroundings were still dead silent, nothing No response.

The field of vision was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything, only the water droplets on the top of his head slowly gathered and dripped down, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

Spending every minute and every second slowly in the darkness, he gradually felt more and more exhausted, and the drowsiness brought about severe drowsiness, blurred consciousness, and weak body.

It's just that he still can't sleep. The vertical **** and the dripping water drops are like demons, keeping him awake, and the darkness around him that never gets a response slowly makes him restless and irritable. Panic, and even some despair.

Anyone is welcome, can you give me a response?

Originally, he wanted to speak, but found that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly even articulate the words. Hunger and thirst made him feel the constant pain in his stomach, and his limbs began to feel numb and weak.

But a day passed and still no response.

In this way, another day has passed, and this man has fallen into a state where the oil lamp has dried up. He opened his eyes with all his strength, just to make sure if he was blind, and he couldn't see anything, except for the drops of water in his ears. There was a dripping sound, but there was still no sound, and everything was still.

Boring, restlessness, fear, despair, endless weakness flooded him like a mountain, even if a three-year-old child came at this time, he could easily kneel down and worship him, just begging the other party to let him go, even if he let himself die That's okay, the torment of being extremely exhausted but unable to sleep has swallowed up his last wisp of will, and he no longer has any resistance at all.

However, no one responded to him.

On the third day, the man was as motionless as a corpse, and seemed to have lost any ability to think.

However, today there are finally other voices in the room.

Someone untied him from the stone pillars to which he was bound, and dragged him out, walking endlessly, seemingly climbing stairs.

It was thrown on the ground like mud, his head was pulled up, and the cold ice cubes were directly stuffed into his mouth. The intense stimulation made him tremble, and then the black cloth in front of him was torn away, and the glare made him unable to open his eyes for a long time. After that, he saw a vague figure appearing in front of him.

Here seems to be a certain rooftop, the sun shone obliquely from the top of the rain-shielding umbrella, making his weak body feel warm, and he finally regained some strength to speak.

It's a pity that he is still weak and weak, he can't even maintain his body support, and falls to the side again. Fortunately, someone supported him at a critical moment, although he was fixed on the ground by means of restraint.

"Are you awake? Ritual Officer Rosetz." A gentle voice came from the front, and his voice was as rhythmic as a poet's song.

"Are you?"

Rosez tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to distinguish this blurred figure, his eyes could not see clearly due to lack.

Short blond hair, a white loose robe, and the shining red earrings under that side hair, these blurred images came together, and an important name floated up in Roseitz's heart, which turned into a burst of fear.

"Master Eperion..." The voice was bitter and desperate.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to recognize me, Mr. Rossize."

This famous painter and sage is sitting under a large white umbrella at the moment, facing the pure white canvas, daubing slowly, occasionally talking with the extremely weak priest at the side Say a few words.

"Actually, we met a long time ago. I think it was at a party thirty-three years ago. At that time, I gave a portrait of Miss Elanxisa. It was a celebration of her coming of age. Please. There are quite a few guests in the corolla of the blue calyx.”

"At that time, I was sitting by the piano stage, wearing a gray shirt. In order to earn a gold coin, I had to draw a portrait of the eldest lady on the spot before the end of the banquet. Many guests were chatting beside the dance floor with great interest. I want to see how I can complete this task."

"At that time, Mr. Rosetz had just graduated from the Emerald Cage, and he followed his elders to congratulate him. Since he was not familiar with the banquet environment, he quickly went to chat with his friends." It was a trivial matter, but this sage seemed to remember it very clearly, even if it was a very inconspicuous little person in the meeting place.

"Is...is there still such a thing." Roseitz had no memory of that time, and it was because of Eperion's words that he recalled some vague fragments.

"Yes, maybe it's because my memory is a little better. I can't forget many things after many years." The painter said with a sigh, which made people feel a little sad.

"Is Mr. Rosette thirsty? Would you like to drink some water first?" The painter put down his brush for the time being, and turned to look at the man who was being carried.

"Need, need."

As soon as he thought of water, the feeling of being paralyzed and forgotten immediately came to mind, and Rosezi's words were full of eagerness and longing.

"Huh, don't worry, Lord Rosetz, the water will be given to you. As a price, I just want to ask you a few simple things."

Eporion leaned on the white woven wooden chair and looked towards the courtyard not far away. There were many children playing in the green grass, and occasionally there was a burst of laughter.

"Yes, yes... You ask, I, I will say anything." At this time, Roseitz had no intention of resisting, and just wanted to fill her extremely thirsty throat.

An elf guard wearing a mask brought a glass of water, and the person behind him who restrained Rousaizi also lifted his head, and then the clear water was poured into his throat in the sun, a sweetness and satisfaction that he had never had before. Filling the tongue and throat, the sense of happiness almost made Rosezi shed tears.

Finally, finally drink water.

"Ahem..." After pouring the water, the guard took the cup and walked away, while Rosezi coughed and shook off the water stains on his face.

"Are you feeling better, Mr. Roseitz?" Eperion's voice was still so soft, as if he was speaking to an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Well, it's better, my lord." Rosette replied weakly, but at this time she recovered a little, and even the scenery in front of her was much clearer.

The blue sky, the short pale gold hair, the slender fingers holding the paintbrush, and the almost iconic ruby ​​earrings.

Eporion, the newly promoted sage of the elves, a famous painter, artist, and the dream man of many elf girls.

It is not an exaggeration to add these titles to this man. In the eyes of many people, he is a painter with a melancholy atmosphere, which makes people feel sorry for him.

But I don't want it to be him now, sitting in front of me.

As Roseise thought about it, a shiver rose in her heart.

"First of all, how much information did you reveal to the conservatives?" The painter asked casually as he smeared the paint on the canvas.

"I, I didn't..." Roseitz just wanted to deny it, but quickly fell silent again.

It's already this time, do you still hope to hide it from the past, a burst of bitterness lingers on the tip of your tongue.

Seeing him stop, Eporion did not urge him, and continued to paint the canvas slowly. The wind blew slowly, rolling up the loose robe from time to time.

"I want to know if my lord can save my life if I say it out loud." Roseitz asked with the last luck.

"Impossible, Mr. Roseitz." Eperion had no intention of deceiving this man at all, and expressed his thoughts frankly.

"This..." Rosezi's heart sank quickly again, and she no longer had the thought of speaking.

The roof fell into silence again, and the artist was still focusing on painting the canvas in front of him, mixing the paints from time to time, and spreading them evenly one by one.

After being silent for a long time, Rousaizi regained his strength, and then slowly raised his head, looking at the man in front of him and the canvas in front of him again.

The canvas shows three children happily running and chasing in the grass, one of the girls is holding a spinning windmill, the white skirt flutters among the blades of grass, and a mother stands in front of her with her arms open. The arm seems to be afraid of the girl falling down. Under the corner of the picture, another woman covers her mouth and smiles, looking at the three innocent children playing in the painting.

Is this the drawing of the man on the grass below?

Listening to the laughter and laughter coming from not far away, Rosezi turned his gaze, and soon saw those figures playing.

Here, this should be the clover garden in the corolla of blue calyx. Some nursery schools will let parents bring their children to gather and play here every weekend.

He quickly remembered some small things his wife told him on weekdays, and his eyes turned rapidly, and finally found a familiar figure among the group of people.

Katisha, my baby, Silera, my love...he murmured the familiar name, and then struggled on the ground with his knees, trying to move closer and see clearly the grassland. figure.

Yes, it is them, they are there.

Gripping onto the railing beside the roof, Rousaizi wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't make any sound. Only then did he realize that the roof had long been set up as a barrier of silence, and only a small area under the umbrella could speak , and cannot be passed on to the outside.

Slowly, he seemed to understand something, and wanted to crawl back to pray to the sage, but at this moment, the figure behind him had already pinned him to the ground, unable to get any closer to the painter.

Light green grass blades and pure white skirts, red windmills and kind mothers, the bright colors seem to freeze time at this moment, and the bright sunlight adds to the characters on the canvas. A kind of remoteness and nostalgia unique to midsummer.

"Actually, I am very envious of Mr. Roussette, who has a happy family, and I have lost these long ago, so I can only remember and remember them through painting." The final color.

"The happiness you have is like transparent glass, which is always difficult to detect, but when you turn it a little, it will emit colorful colors in the sunlight."

He picked up the pen and began to paint the delicate and moving eyes of those children.

The colors in it are so vivid, like colorful and dreamy bubbles in the sun, which arouses people's reverie and nostalgia.

Looking at the last eye, the figure exactly like his daughter in the canvas, tears slowly flowed from the man's eyes, and his voice became more choked.

"I'm sorry, Katisha, woo..."

"I am willing, I am willing to say the mistakes I have made, the shameful betrayal... I just hope that the sage will not hold my family and my child accountable... woohoo." The tears were extremely warm, and And so salty, so bitter.

"I will, I promise to take care of your family, Mr. Rosetz, maybe you have forgotten, at the banquet that day, when you were chatting with your friends, you said that the painter's paintings are really good, if I If you have a daughter, ask him to draw one."

"Although Mr. Rosette said it casually at the time, I always wrote it down. I'm sorry that I only finished this matter today." Eperion put down his brush, turned to Rosette, and slowly talking about the past.

"I..." Roseitz was speechless at this moment.

After that, the man slowly explained how he was picked up by an acquaintance, and after some bargaining, he accepted the benefits, and then sold the confidential information inside the Open Group to others. Who are the other parties? He explained exactly what method Li used to connect or convey information.

When I finally finished speaking, it was almost noon.

"I think, let's stop here today." Eporion stood up slowly ~IndoMTL.com~ You took down the painting, put it up and gave it to Mrs. Ms Leila. "

"Now it's time to end the garden tour."

"Yes, my lord." The two attendants took down the painting, carefully rolled it up, and then walked down the stairs.

Rosezi was on the roof, staring blankly at the grass in the distance, the mother accepted the scroll with a smile, and the child next to her was still jumping happily, circling around the mother.

Slowly, until the people in this courtyard slowly dispersed and left, it became clean again.

Eperion walked past Roseitz and patted him on the shoulder.

"Good night, Mr. Roseitz, I wish you a good dream."

Then the sound of footsteps slowly descended the steps, stepping into the invisible darkness.

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